I know that this world has strange powers, but this is too much even for me.

  Eve dodges one of the strikes; the defilement only picked up one of her swords with the arm that protruded from her chest, while the other two swords lay discarded at her feet.

  The defilement's main arms are used for blocking Eve's kicks and to punch her when she gets too close and too far away for her sword to slash at her.

  What the hell do I even do?

  Eve dashes back into the woman's range. As she reaches top speed, she gets on her knees and slides just barely off the sand.

  Nightfall nearly cuts into the woman's left knee, but the middle arm is too fast and parries before it can even graze it. Sparks fly off the swords as two worlds collide. Once Eve's slide is almost over, she jumps and turns around to face her.

  She wiped the blood that accumulated on her cheek from the slash she got a few moments ago. At the same time, her mind races with possibilities, and she gets an idea.

  Nightfall is heavy, but I can wield it with just one hand.

  She does the same thing, picks up speed and slides over the sand. But before Nightfall can get parried, she pulls it back with all of her might.

  Successfully feinting her off, she lets go with her left hand and grabs one of the discarded swords.

  She spins back around to face her.

  "Hmm, you really are a bad girl. Stealing from a helpless woman like me."

  "Shut up."

  She turns the sword over, putting it into a reverse hammer grip. Because the length of the sword isn't that big, she can do it without any issue. Eve brings the pommel close to her cut cheek, then she lets Nightfall hang from her thigh, the tip submerging into the sand.

  Eve remains static, while the defilement bends down and grabs two handfuls of sand. The sword that is held by her middle arm is poised like a fencing stance. She slowly starts to walk up to her.

  Watch the sword; she has it in a thrusting position. Don't mind the sand, you see her clearly.

  Once the woman gets in range of striking, she thrusts her sword, but pulls it back as soon as she does it.

  Eve's new sword crashes down, but misses because she didn't think it was a feint.

  She is left open.

  Before Eve can pull back her arm, the woman kicks sand directly into her face instead. Some sand entered Eve's eyes, momentarily blinding her.

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  At the instant Eve is left blind, the woman drops the sand from her right hand and punches her straight in the jaw.

  Eve manages to regain her senses quickly, even though she got hit in the jaw. But as she does, a handful of sand is thrown in her face from the woman's left hand.

  But this time, the defilement doesn't try to punch her; she thrusts her sword, aiming into Eve's abdomen. The tip of the defilement's sword crashes against Nightfall, not by choice, just by accident. Because when Eve was blinded for the second time, she raised Nightfall a bit by reflex, successfully stopping the attack.

  Eve's eyes closed and burning, yet just by the sound of the woman's sword hitting Nightfall, Eve managed to pinpoint her exact location with lightning-fast reflexes. She raises her right leg and tries to hit the woman in her left knee.

  Eve's foot lands with a devastating crack against the defilement's knee. But since only Eve was blinded. The woman's left arm closes around Eve's right leg, holding her in place.

  The woman saw it coming and risked the hit only to trap Eve.

  In the instance Eve felt something holding her in place, she opens her watery eyes. She sees her foot stuck and the defilement ready to pierce her sword through it.

  She searches for ideas but only finds one in a split second, with her left foot still on the ground. She jumps backwards, since she is trapped, her one-legged jump doesn't push her back. But at the same time, aligning her back to hit the sand, she manages to use the motion from the jump to kick away the woman's sword.

  Eve lands on the sand with a thud. In barely a second, the defliment looks at her middle arm where her sword was, then at Eve, then at her leg that she is still holding. And she jumps on top of her at the same time, whilst letting go of Eve's leg.

  Both of the woman's main arms find Eve's wrists and hold her. While the middle arm finds Eve's throat.

  Panic begins to set in Eve's mind; she is stuck.

  "What now, missy?" the woman asks Eve, chuckling.

  Eve begins to squirm under her, trying to dislodge her, but she isn't successful.

  "Fuck... you" Eve's voice comes out raspy from the hold on her neck.

  "Such crude words from those pretty lips of yours."

  The woman lets go of Eve's right wrist, and in the second she lets it go, she crashes her foot on top of her wrist.

  She does the same thing with the other wrist; her main arms are now free.

  "Honey, come on, be a dear and stop resisting. It's futile," Her grip tightening on Eve's larynx.

  Her arms cup Eve's face into a gentle caress, a contrast to the death grip that she is applying to Eve's throat, the colour escaping from her face and vision blurring.

  Eve is on the verge of passing out, but once she heard "Honey", her mind wandered to her mother. Then she realised from whom the words came from. Wrath started to boil in her soul, and her consciousness came back for just a bit.

  "D-Dont call me t-that" Eve spat through gritted teeth.

  In the pursuit of playing with Eve, the defilement became cocky and used her feet to hold Eve's wrist. Because it's easier to free yourself of a foot on top of your wrist rather than a hand.

  And with that cockiness came the want of making Eve suffer as much as possible.

  Eve did just that, freeing her hands, but in the process discarding Nightfall and the other sword.

  Eve's hands find the woman's face, then her thumbs find the woman's eyes, and she shoves them inside her head. Blood starts pouring out of the defilement's eyes onto Eve's face.

  The woman starts laughing as her eyes are gouged out. She lets go of Eve's throat and begins to pet her head gently whilst still caressing her cheeks.

  "I love your will to live. How about we play longer?" The woman's smile almost reaches her ears.

  With a fluid motion, the woman raises herself off Eve, doing it meticulously slow, letting her catch her breath.

  Eve begins to cough wildly, trying to get back as much oxygen as she can.

  Eve holds her throat, and after a while, she regains her vision. She sees that the defilement took a couple of steps back, blood pouring from her eyes like tears and her smile is unwavering.

  "You are lucky, you know? You will be the first to see my powers."

  The woman stretches her pale arm in front of her as much as possible.

  Then a cut is formed on her palm.

  Lashes begin to grow.

  Then an eye awakens.